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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WOULD GOD IT WERE EVENING, by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS Poet's Biography
First Line: Imprisoned in the soul and in the sin
Last Line: A sadness as the sadness of to-day.
Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness
First Line: Imprisoned in the soul and in the sin
Last Line: A sadness as the sadness of to-day.
Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness
IMPRISONED in the soul and in the sin,
Imprisoned in the body and the pain,
The accustomed hateful memories within,
Without the accustomed limbs that ache again:—
Alas! a melancholy peace to win
With all their notes the nightingales complain,
And I such music as is mine begin,
Awake for nothing, and alive in vain.
I find few words and falter; then in scorn
My lips are silent; uncreate, unborn,
Evanishes the visionary lay;
While from clear air upon my soul forlorn
Falls thro' the heedless splendour of the morn
A sadness as the sadness of to-day.
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